Letters Long Lost

Drifting the outer rims of the postal pocket dimension, a lone mailbox gently rusts as it’s ravaged by the slow unstoppable passage of time. Festering within the dark confines of the tin contraption, a small cluster of creased unopened letters; their addresses faded into a peculiar mangled patchwork of damp ink splotches. The senders but a bygone memory, blissfully unaware of the undelivered wor...